Where was she?

The land was long and vast. The cold rocky earth hit the soles of her feet like icicles. She tried her best to not think of it, but wound up questioning why she couldn’t stop herself from letting the thought stir…

She was a tall, slender, young woman in her early twenties. What you’d expect any young woman to be like. Bemused with her own powerlessness, she couldn’t help but wonder what could possibly be done? How lonely, how dreadful…Alone in a universe of space, only herself to talk to…with this she began to cry a river, leaving only the birds happy to see a face as puffy as hers…

I began to walk towards her, scuffling, as usual. The discipline of my own two feet is beyond me. How ANYONE…anyone could possibly-
“Hi…”
“Hi”
“How’s it goin?”
“…”
I keep walking.
“Wait…uhh..I…uh….”

Her words begin to choke upon themselves. I myself became bemused with this…

“Have you ever…? I’m not doing very well to tell you the truth.” She begins to laugh at this. There is a sweet, loving softness in her voice that swells and lowers like a tide. I cannot control how the hairs just seem to raise, sending waves of chills through my entire being. The silence overcomes us again and I find myself sitting close by, listening. “November nights like this are hard to come by”, I say.

“Well…if you really like cold I guess.”

“Together its slightly warmer..”

“I feel like a mess…”

She really is admirable from this light. The sun just barely peaks it head from the hill, giving off only a glow, but her auburn hair is getting the best of me just from the moonlight. I huddle closer with caution. Her song comes into my head again. I’ve been trying to knock it out of my head since this morning—She starts talking again.
“Anything wrong with you?”
I shake my head in misery. Songs like this keep me up for at least ten minutes. Just a waste of my time really…

I keep forgetting we’re in a two way convo here and try to break the silence.

“Yeah well…We all have our bad days…(to say the least)….it wasn’t more than a week ago I got a bad haircut.”
She laughs and I begin to smile myself. Its lovely to see a girl smile. I’d love them all, but they don’t seem to ever want to return the favor…

Some time after her breath finally steadies, I try to make her laugh with this and one of those knuckle-headed faces I’ll make to the passerby’s on our street.
I’d sit on the sidewalk, then wait for one of the neighbors to come by. First, I’ll give them the old “Mrs. Jackson’s (my teacher btw) face. They get confused with that right from the get go. If that doesn’t irritate them enough to satisfy me, I’ll make a loud farting noise with my armpit as they walk away, causing a ruckus where they turn around, red in the face. My mom doesn’t like my composer much, but I sure love the disgusted, confused looks on their faces as they walk by. One has to wonder what they’re thinking…if they don’t go right ahead and spit it out just to make you angry.

“SO…uhh…why are you so sad?…” He began, with a sympathetic look on his face, as if he was the dog, begging for some kind of attention or acknowledgement…

“Uhh…weelll…
I’ve feel more abandoned than ever…”

“Abandoned? Somebody left you?!”
“I guess you could say that…”
It was much more complicated than a man his age could understand. He was too young for anything, yet she knew he must be around her age. One person understanding another must be better than having them both feeling utterly berated and confused. Lucky for her, he had something else entirely on his mind…

“You like foreign music?”

“Uhhh...I don’t get out much really.”

“Oh..well, Mrs. Jackson played the most saddest thing you ever did hear, and it was in Spanish….I never new the name.”

“Oh I just love that…the songs you hear on the radio that seem to go on forever in your head, or just how foreign music….how you don’t really have to know what its about, but the feeling is there. You just connect with it instantly as if you were fluently understanding what they feel. Truly, its passionant.”

“How’d you get to like it if you ‘…don’t get out that much’” he whined at her.

“My parents-
they listen to all the old tapes they got when they were young. Theyre both from Chad.”

“The music must have some great rythyms then, Id guess.”

“More like jazz in that sense. Ya.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I never said I was-“

“Oh”

“I guess you helped out though..thanks”
Her face was slightly less puffy, but beautiful nonetheless…
“I didn’t catch ur name”
“Janice”
“Gregory”

The moon began to fade as those the whole night was their dream, and their minds began to waken.
“Im glad to have met you”
”Do you want to hang out for a bit?”
He looked around trying to think if he wanted to need to be somewhere, but he resisted his own childish ways.
“Sure.”